Chapter 906: Chapter 525: End of the Divine War: The Imperial Guard Succession Law (7200)

The cannons of the Interdiction Cruiser Fleet fired a volley, landing even before the torpedoes hit their target.

Although Byron chose not to advance to [Storm King], his Kingly Title [Wild Hunt King] had a stronger rallying ability.

He swung his intact Royal Iron Law down hard, providing ballistic adjustments for the entire fleet. Storm enchantments were mere child’s play.

In an instant, a dense barrage of cast iron solid bullets covered the entire Phantom Fleet.

The barnacle-covered, coral-reinforced bulwarks looked sturdier than oak, but appeared as flimsy as paper against heavy cannonballs.

Carrying immense kinetic energy, the shells screamed and ricocheted, crashing from one side of the ship to the other with a "boom".

All the undead soldiers in their path were ground into a mass of limbs and fragments.

Judging by their state, they weren’t the original crew of these Ghost Ships. It’s unknown how many reinforcements they had, as the timing of the corpses’ deaths varied.

Some had long since become mummies or skeletons, dropping nothing but dried sinew clinging to bones.

Others were relatively "fresh," spilling out rotting organs and reeking, blackened blood.

There were also heavy cannons whose ropes were coincidentally snapped, sliding back and forth on the gun deck like wild horses let loose. Due to the ship tilting to one side, some cannons smashed through the gunport and tumbled into the raging sea.

More undead soldiers were struck by wooden, shell, and iron shrapnel, yet, even when riddled with holes, they continued to silently load cannonballs as if unfazed.

Not a single undead soldier let out a scream, the eerie quiet sending shivers down one’s spine.

Clearly, even the solid bullets fired by heavy cannons seemed woefully inadequate against these undead creatures.

Unless they could sink the Ghost Battleships, sending them to the sea floor in one go, merely turning the warships into swiss cheese would still leave a significant number of undead sailors hopping about.

Meanwhile, those conspicuously trailing "carbon-based guided torpedoes" were already fiercely entering everyone’s sights.

Byron spotted all fifty-two "carbon-based guided torpedoes" underwater with a mere glance.

The original [Divine Sight] only simulated the vision of gods, but now Byron, from soul to body, was a genuine god.

The range of [Divine Sight] had vastly expanded to dozens of kilometers—no way he could be ambushed within a mere hundred-meter range.

"These Eastern Continent colonizers really are as Saranthe described, their whale oil tech tree branching bizarrely, even having torpedoes.

And how could a normal person’s imagination come up with such a combination of steel, gunpowder, whale oil, plus a Black Iron Race’s parts?

How much energy does it consume? A melon for a hundred kilometers?"

Even by common sense, it’s clear that attacks from underwater vs. surface bombardment pose incomparable threats.

Surface attacks might puncture the waterline, causing leaks. With pumps working fast enough, sinking might still be prevented.

But heavy torpedoes from underwater can strike a ship’s bottom directly; a single hit can sink a warship. Even wooden sailboats with superior anti-sinking properties wouldn’t have time to plug the leaks.

Others in the fleet hadn’t seen such a thing, and in the age of sail battleships, there was no effective way to counter torpedoes.

Byron, in his past life, had many anti-torpedo techniques available, mainly involving passive defenses and active equipment countermeasures.

But these methods were all meant for conventional torpedoes.

The weapon built with Black Iron Race’s carbon-based guidance, however, was an unreachable pinnacle—a truly "black" technology.

It was an insurmountable peak in military fields, the most dazzling jewel in the industrial crown!

Neither past-life mainstream sonar nor electromagnetic interference, nor the current "Dragon Dung Potion" had any effect on this contraption.

"Let’s try!"

Vanessa and Violet stepped forward immediately, each taking out their First-Class Holy Relics, a [Pump-action Shotgun] and a [Bolt-action Rifle].

They chanted [Calamity Curse] to lend precision and piercing power to the bullets, then pulled the triggers consecutively.

Bam! Bam!

A slug and a rifle bullet shot fiery lines into the water, miraculously encountering no resistance, akin to fish swimming instantly through five meters of ocean to each hit a torpedo’s nose.

Rumble!

Bright blue flames erupted underwater, in the thunderous roar, two colossal ten-meter-tall water columns shot into the sky.

The "carbon-based guidance system" attached to the torpedoes naturally dissipated into nothing as well.

Clearly, these torpedoes had terrifying amounts of explosives; a single whale oil torpedo could easily sink a wooden warship.

Witnessing its dreadful power firsthand, many sailors paled.

"These are actually Eastern Continent alchemical bombs!"

"This weapon is at least an era ahead of muzzle-loading smoothbore cannons, totally countering wooden sail battleships.

If encountered overseas, it would mean inevitable death."

However, when other musketeers and artillery experts aboard the fleet attempted to emulate them in detonating the torpedoes, they found themselves lacking the prowess of the two mythical beings, nor did they possess First-Class Holy Relics.

As soon as the bullets entered the water, their trajectories skewed drastically, quickly sinking into oblivion.

The density of water is over eight hundred times that of air, with bullets traveling just two to three meters at most underwater—insufficient to even kill a person, let alone explode a torpedo.